If you are a writer, faith is the continual struggle.

I’m not talking about belief in lords spiritual.

Nope, I’m looking at the more temporal.

Belief in oneself.

Faith in the product of your labour.

It swings from the unshakeable bravado to the utter depths of despair.

We wilt quicker than an uncredited extra in Nosferatu as daylight floods the room…

At times we will take on allcomers and promote our project with the zeal of the true believer, and then as the wind blows, and before the cockerel has uttered his acknowledgement of the new day, we skulk away shame faced about our potato print offering…

Some call it ‘Imposter Syndrome,’ and some are right.

Some say it is the fragility of the flouncy shirt wearing overly dramatic artistic types, and again some are indeed right.

Creating anything worthy of note is an emotional investment.

Offering it for critique a true test of body confidence, your naked soul exposed for all to see.

Some will tell you what you want to hear, and some will tell the truth.

It’s then a matter of faith.

When tested will you remain true?

Will you deny your true self?

Have you got the faith to stay the course, finish the task, accept the burdens?

I hope you have; I hope I have too!

Stay safe – remain sane!